Wrestling Wives

Okaayy chicas and chicos. This is a trail run. I'm just writing this to get it out my head. I know many of you don't like multiple OC fics. Neither do I, but I had to get this out. Tell me if the couples get confusing.

Aaliyah's POV

NBA wives, off season. NFL wives, off season. NHL, off season. Even fucking Golf has a off season.
The WWE, 24/7 365.
You see all these supposed "BasketBall Wives" and "FootBall wives" complaining about never seeing there men. Half of them aren't even married.
It takes a hell of a woman to be a Wrestling Wife. You have to have to be confident for when the dirt sheets and psycho fan girls write about how ugly you are. Independent when he's gone for 3 months. Trusting, knowing that your man won't cheat on you with a Diva or ring rat.
Yeah, I'd love for one of those BasketBall wives to walk one day in my Red Bottoms.
Trust me, I know these things. I've been with John Cena for 12 amazing years married for 4 of them.
Don't get me wrong we've been through out ups and downs. His injures, rumors of infidelity, him wanting to be a playboy when he was on his rise in the company.
But it has made our relationship strong. I love him more than anything.
Right now he's out for six weeks after getting elbow surgery. He hasn't been in the greatest mood, but wrestling is his everything. I can't expect him to be Mr. Sunshine.
"Hi Honey." I said coming into our lavish home.
"Finally your home. Duke and I have been having guys day." He said getting up off the couch giving me a soft kiss.
"I'm sorry. I had to do inventory at one store then I had rush over to the other because someone broke into the store. They stole like two TVs half the jewelry. Thank god no one was there when it happened."
"Oh, sorry to hear that baby. What did the police say?"
"There's a string of burglaries going on. They're cracking down."
"Good. Want to go out for dinner?"
"Yeah, let me freshen up." I gave him a kiss and went in our bedroom.
"Duke! Off the bed!" I said to our Great Dane. The other man in my life.
"Sorry man. I tried to give you a warning." John said petting him making me laugh.
"How did therapy go? I'm sorry I couldn't be there." He grabbed my ass.
"It's okay Boss Lady. I got a little frustrated. You know how I get."
"Yeah, don't worry you'll be back on top in no time." I fixed my make up and brush through my hair. John was watching me.
"What?" I asked blushing.
"You're so gorgeous. I'm so blessed to have you as my wife."
"I'm blessed and thankful that you're my husband. You're just so Sexy."
"Keep talking like that we're going to skip dinner and go straight to dessert." John said grabbing my ass.
"Boy stop. I'm hungry."
"Hungry for this dick!" I laughed.
"You so silly come on." He grabbed the keys to the Torino.
"You driving?" I asked.
"My other arm still work, Liyah." He said using one of my many nicknames.
"Just don't drive like we in The Marine or some shit please."
"I can't promise anything." He laughed and held my hand.

Vivian's POV

"Yeah baby I miss you too… did you like the necklace I sent you? Yeah I had to get it for ya… you should send my some pics of you in that lingerie I brought you… yeah, I'd love that. Okay send them around 11. I'll dream about you too bye." My husband, Randy Orton said. But he's not talking to me. Randy and I have been together for eight years, married for four of them. I love Randy so much, he's sweet, funny, compassionate. He's the only guy I've been with. I trust him with my life and I know he feels the same. But lately things have changed.
It started two years ago. We just got married and Randy wanted a baby. We tried and I got pregnant. Randy was so excited. He was buying baby clothes reading any and every parenting article. Then one night I went out with some friends. These guys got in a fight in the loft next to us. I got shoved into a wall. I felt this terrible pain in my stomach. My friends took me to the hospital and I ended up losing our baby girl. Randy was on the road and I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I told my mom and she did it. Randy was upset. He says it wasn't my fault, but I can tell he resents me for it. He didn't want me going out while I was pregnant, but I had been in the house for a week alone. I'm such a bitch for leaving.
We tried to have another kid, but it's been difficult. Randy gets frustrated and we end up yelling and throwing things. Nothing has been the same. The sex has lost all it's intimacy. We rarely kiss. He hasn't taken me on the road with him since I lost the baby. I go to Hall of Fame then he gets me a ticket back to Tampa.
He's cheating now. I don't blame him. What good am I except for cooking and keeping the house running. He doesn't hide it. I've seen the receipts for gifts I don't get. Him sending text late at night. He gives me his clothes to clean there's lipstick on the collar. I love him too much to leave. Randy's the only thing I know.
"You cook?" Randy asked coming into the kitchen.
"Yeah, um spaghetti and meatballs."
"Good, I'm leaving for that movie tomorrow."
"That's awesome. Um can I come?" I asked ready for him to say no.
"Nah, that's not professional." He started fixing his plate.
"Okay, um I was going to go visit Aaliyah tomorrow."
"I don't care." He said taking his plate and sitting on the couch. I went in our bedroom and started crying. I never thought our marriage would come to this.

Sophia's POV

Ring… ring… ring.
"What the fuck?!" Who calls at three in the morning.
'Punk baby' this muthafucka.
"Hello?" I said half out of it.
"Sophie! It's me! I just landed in Chicago."
"Good for you bye."
"Wait, I wanted to come by." He said in his sweet tone.
I've known Phil for 10 years. We met when I interviewed I'm for PWI magazine. He was so funny and charming. And that damn lip piercing. But we're not dating. Pretty much just friends with benefits.
"Can you call me when the sun is up? Thank you bye."
"Wait, come on I need to see those pretty eyes."
"You still go that buzz cut?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I ain't fucking you with that hair. You look like you're in some cult."
"Thanks, love you too. I love how you elevate my self esteem."
"Punk, I'm not in the mood."
"I'll put you in the mood." It pisses me off when he does this. Like I should just jump up out of my sleep and suck his dick.
"Go fucking get one of those other bitches you fuck! I'm not some sex toy you can use at your convince."
"Soph. You know I don't look at you like that."
"Weird way of showing it. You haven't called me all week. Now you're horny and then you call. Bye Philip." I hung up frustrated. I'm tired of being a booty call. I want to be his girlfriend. He can go on two dates with a girl and they're dating. I got a text for him.
'Sorry. My schedule is crazy in can barely call my sisters. I'm really sorry. You're not just a bed buddy to me. I love you, you know this. Lets talk in the morning? Breakfast maybe. I love you goodnight' I sighed. I just imagine his puppy dog pout and I'm done.
I'm not sure I can deal with being friends with benefits.

We're going to be exclusive or I'm done.

Abigail's POV

"Should we I paint the nursery pink since we're having a girl. Or something more light like a lavender, or baby blue?" My husband, Ted DiBiase Jr., asked me.
"I don't know Ted." I sighed. Carrying this baby is stressing.
"What's wrong?" He asked rubbing my lower back.
"Nothing. I'm just tired." He smiled.
"Our little girl keeps kicking huh? I want to give her a cute name. Something delicate. Delilah, or maybe your name." He smiled. I just got and left the living room going into the guest room.
I'm not ready for a baby. I love Ted so much, but I can't have this baby. How can I be a mom when I've never had one?
In 2 more months I'll be a mom. But I'm not ready for it. I can accept this child.
Of course Ted is excited. He wakes me up at 5 in the morning to rub my belly. I did want kids, but know that it's happening I can't do it.
God help me.

Okay, so yeah. There will be other wives and girlfriends. If I keep writing this there will be Kofi, Cody, Jericho, and Zack.
I just put these first because they'll be the most dramatic and compelling. It's up to you guys with this one. I'm just wrote this to get it out my head so I can write other stories easier. Yeah, I'm weird like that.